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8 yrs ago
Current To anyone who cares, I will be taking a break from rpg. I don’t know if I am coming back.
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8 yrs ago
Going to a dark place again... Trying to claw my way out is getting harder...
8 yrs ago
I am getting very tired of being blamed for things that are not my fault
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9 yrs ago
When you are so emotional you are close to dropping from every rp you are in just so people won't have to deal with you anymore
10 yrs ago
When a character that meant something to you gets torn down and thrown away like trash... 😢
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@WeepingLiberty I have to admit I am intrigued by the idea of them being relatives in some way. Cousins maybe?
@WeepingLiberty I'm sorry I didn't realize yours was Daenarys until I looked harder.

@agentmanatee@Ellion thank you!! So excited!


Amalia Solair

Gem

18

Earth

5'6

Daughter of the Earth and the Sky, Amalia's mother was an Earth elemental and her father an Air elemental. Amalia is a bit of a wonder among her kind, for to look at her you would think she was an Air elemental. While she got her father's looks, she recieved her mother's element.
Amalia has been raised to embody the qualities of Vivari, the Great Mother. She tries to be kind and strong and brave and nurturing, just as the Goddess and the Earth itself. She is very caring and gentle. When she was reaped more then a few cried for the gentle young soul that would be so tarnished by the cruel disgusting Drakken. Amalia fears for herself, but also for any children she may bear, should she survive long enough to bear any at all. The thought of leaving her parent's beautiful garden home and going to the dark realm of the Drakken fills her with dread and heartache. She is conflicted within, having been raised to care for all creatures and yet being filled with hatred for the Drakken for soon destroying her life. Amalia is the embodiment of quiet resolve. She is terrified, but behind that terror lies a solid strength that will be hard to break.


I have had her in mind since I first started following this thread, but now that I am actually posting her I'm unbelievably nervous. Seriously I bit one of my nails so badly my finger is bleeding slightly.
Lyra

Lyra giggled and clapped her hands along with the funny woman's song. "You're silly!" she annouced. She felt some water drops hit her and looked up fearfully. She hated rain storms. The lightning and thunder was scary.
But the sky was clear. There was no rain. Then where had the water come from?

She didn't have time to think about it long. The woman was singing again about a tea pot.
Lyra giggled. "You're not a tea pot silly!" she exclaimed. "I like you. You're a nice lady. The cour-teers are mean," she informed Laira, making a face. "They are stupid heads and they call me names. Stupid stupid-heads."
As the two laughed and played together the trees were carrying the message through the realm to inform the King.

"The beloved of the King bleeds..."
"She bleeds..."
"The beloved of the King is injured..."
"A stranger...
"Stranger..."
"A stranger with the beloved of the King..."

The whispers floated through the forest. The King would hear them the moment he returned to the Realm.
And heaven help them all when he did. But most of all, heaven help the stranger.

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Arys

The winter queen chuckled lightly. "Oh my dear Dagon. I do not expect you to challenge Lord Falk. Indeed that would be sending you to death. No offense my Knight, but you would not last a breath against him. No. What I require of you is something safer, but none the less just as important and something I could only trust to you."

She gently and gracefully touched his face, raising him to his feet. "Lord Falk sent a little human female to me. For what I am still not sure. She is apparently his pet of sorts. I would request you to stay close to this human girl. Watch her. Get close to her. Get her to tell you what Lord Falk's intentions are, if in fact she knows them. If not, see what you can get her to reveal about Falk himself. I will not go into this farce of a marriage unprepared as far as how to handle my 'husband', if that is what he truly wishes to be."

The room grew colder along with her mood. "I do not look forward to this marriage. I do not trust Lord Falk in the slightest and I fear after my heart is returned I will be weak to his silver tongue. If I begin acting like a fool, I need you to remind me of who I am, protect me from myself."
@alexfangtalon
Kat looked up at Sadie and grimaced. "Nothing to worry about sweet, just a burn."
The child was adorable and had seen and experienced far too much shit for someone so young. Kat, already sort of the mother of the group, felt protective towards Sadie as she did towards her own daughter. No one was going to harm this little girl in any way and live.

Nikki came in injured as well. "We need to stop synchronizing our injuries Nik," Kat said drily as she gingerly wrapped her hand.

"Kiki!" Gracie shouted happily and banged her pot a few times to make sure she got her favorite aunt's attention just in case the shouting didn't work. She then began to babble in her baby/toddler language.
Kat shook her head. "Give her a couple of years and a hammer and she'll be smashing walker heads with Daddy and Aunt Nikki," Kat predicted. Even before the world ended there was never any doubt that her child was going to grow into a badass female. With a mother like Kat, a father like Matt and an aunt like Nikki there was no possibility she would be a girly girl.

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@Demonic Angel

Rose watched as the body was brought in. Rose turned away from the sight, not wanting the horrific corpse to be the last memory she had of Raven.
Vincent took things about how Rose expected him to. She had watched him these weeks and learned a great deal about him, most of which she kept to herself, some of which she doubted even he realized about himself. He wasn't a good man, but he wasn't the worst she had seen.

They had returned and killed the people in the church. Rose had wanted to go in with them, but Vincent had insisted she remain back with him and Raven while the others did the dirty work. The man had the silver tongue of the Devil himself, Rose would give him that. If she had been a normal girl she no doubt would have followed him blindly just as the strays they had picked up along the way had. But she could see too much in his eyes to be swayed into blind faith and trust.
But he hadn't run her off, so she had stuck with him and Raven. Rose was not an idealist. She knew that she wouldn't survive on her own. Morals took a backseat to survival. As long as there was protection and safety, she didn't give a shit how Vincent went about attaining it.
Besides, if people were stupid enough to follow a stranger blinding on words alone the sheep-like fools deserved to be cannon fodder.

From the way Vincent's face contorted and everyone scrambled out of the room she knew he had to have been shouting and she was glad she couldn't hear it.
Say what you wanted about him but Vincent had to courtesy to look at her when he spoke, making sure she caught every word he spoke so there was no misunderstandings between them.
She nodded at his words. "You think Erin kill Raven?" She asked doubtfully. "You tell me Erin is little girl, shy sweet mild. The other half, Clara, I believe she kill no problem. Suppose you find Erin, bring her here. How you stop Clara from kill you?"
@Ellion YAY!! Patience pays off!

I have two other rps to reply to first but I will post a character tonight.
@Demonic Angel sorry I was just replying to your post from before. Like I said, running on little sleep. We can just make it Rose and Vincent remembering how they met if we could.
.... am I allowed in or is there still too many people?

If so, I'll go back to waiting. I can be patient.
Okay I know you guys are tired of hearing me say this, but I have to put off my post for another day or two.
Other rps I am in are easy to write a quick post for, but for this I want to be able to sit down and really craft a good post for. I worked 12 hours yesterday, 8 hours today and I work 14 hours tomorrow. My brain is running on fumes of microwave burritos, cherry coke and very little sleep. Thursday is my day off. I will be able to sleep late then sit down and actually give this the attention it deserves. I'm sorry I keep putting it off, but those are my reasons. I love this rp too much to make a half-ass post.

See you guys Thursday.
Yay I posted! If it makes no sense or I missed something/messed something up, I'm sorry just really tired and have a 14 hour work day tomorrow.
Goodnight I sleep now.
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